Ethan temporarily did not want to dwell on what kind of thoughts the transmigrator watching from the shadows might have. What he needed to do now was first sort out the chaotic situation before him.

To avoid interruptions, he had already unfolded his Mirror Dimension, keeping everyone here.

"Inherent Bounded Field?"

Cú Chulainn rested his red spear on his shoulder. He was confident in his strength. If he truly wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

Now, he was not so sure. This guy who called himself a Berserker had silently dragged everyone into an Inherent Bounded Field. Based on his understanding of such fields, the only way to leave now was to defeat the caster.

"While there are significant differences, you indeed cannot leave here until you defeat me."

The so-called Inherent Bounded Field in this world was a special kind of Magecraft mastered by Magi, akin to creating a personal, exclusive mini-world. When cast, this mini-world would overlay a portion of the real world.

Within the Inherent Bounded Field, the caster held absolute control and could exert greater power. For example, Shirou Emiya's and Archer's Unlimited Blade Works were essentially Inherent Bounded Fields.

"This way of doing things... it certainly fits your Berserker Class."

Cú Chulainn resumed his stance, gripping his spear with both hands. He did not want to waste time here. Although he did not like his new Master, he liked being captured by enemies even less.

"Although I really want to say we could have a good talk, I do not think anyone here would willingly listen to me unless I beat you all down."

"Oh, you are quite clear-headed. That is not like a Berserker at all."

As he spoke, the tip of a red spear had already reached Ethan's face. Ethan remained standing, as if he had not seen it. The sharp spearhead was stopped by a ripple of blue light about half a meter from Ethan's face, unable to advance further.

"This is..." Cú Chulainn, who also possessed considerable Magecraft skill, immediately recognized what Ethan was using. "A protective layer generated purely from mana? That is impossible."

Just as Cú Chulainn was feeling shocked, a warning suddenly came from behind him. "Duck."

Without time to think, Cú Chulainn immediately crouched. As he squatted, something seemed to brush past his back.

Immediately after, a huge explosion occurred in front of him. The continuous blasts and powerful shockwaves sent Cú Chulainn flying backward, forcing him to use his spear to brake.

"Were you trying to kill me too?"

"It would be great if that were the result."

Archer, bow in hand, did not look at Cú Chulainn. His eyes were fixed on the cloud of smoke. As the smoke dissipated, the fleeting blue light did not escape his notice.

"Tch, it did not break through?"

"Yes, it did not break through."

The smoke cleared, and Ethan stood in place, completely unmoved. It was as if nothing had existed around him. Yet everyone present had already realized how powerful and terrifying the being before them was. An explosion comparable to a tank's main cannon had not even ruffled his hair.

"Nice job, Berserker."

Illya looked at Ethan's performance and smiled sweetly again.

Whatever Ethan's purpose was, the strength he displayed at this moment made her very happy. Ethan's power meant that this Holy Grail War had no suspense. She just needed to quietly wait for the result.

"As long as you are happy."

For Ethan, fighting these few Servants was like playing.

The Servants themselves were not weak, but when they manifested as Servants, limited by their Masters' aptitude and Class restrictions, most could not unleash their full power. Even if a Heroic Spirit had been an ordinary human hero in life, their strength would be greatly enhanced after becoming a Heroic Spirit, yet restricted again when manifesting as a Servant.

For example, Cú Chulainn was a skilled warrior proficient in almost all weapons and combat styles, and also adept in Rune Magecraft, a versatile fighter. But as a Lancer, his Magecraft level was restricted and could not be fully used, and his Noble Phantasms were limited to the red spear Gáe Bolg, which fit the Lancer identity.

The only one relatively unaffected was Archer. His combat style was not bound by his Class, and it was even joked that he could freely fill in his own stats.

He could effectively utilize his abilities, and his Master's influence on him was much smaller than expected. However, he usually liked to hold back, only unleashing his full power when truly cornered.

In this chaotic situation, without even figuring out Ethan's objective, and with Ethan not truly trying to kill them, he would not use his ultimate moves to fight for his life.

You could tell by the fact that he was only using dual blades and a bow. However, he could not be dismissed as a threat. If Archer found an excellent opportunity, he would decisively unleash a killing blow.

"Although I do not like this method, the current situation forces me to do so."

Sasaki Kojirō had wanted to wait until Cú Chulainn and that red Archer defeated the Servant who had trapped everyone here, then find an opportunity to leave immediately.

But now he found that this enemy was unexpectedly powerful, still holding the upper hand under the combined pressure of two Servants. This was not a good sign. If those two were defeated, it would be his turn and that Western swordsman's next.

"That Western swordsman, are you not going to make a move?"

Artoria saw that two Servants had already rushed forward and felt she did not need to act.

But looking at the current situation, she had no choice but to intervene.

She glanced back at Shirou. Artoria had not even had a chance to properly inquire about her Master's situation. Was she going to leave just after manifesting?

She did not want to see that happen, so she tightened her grip on Invisible Air again and stood opposite Ethan with Kojirō.

"One against four, huh?"

"Feeling troubled? If you feel your mana is insufficient, feel free to draw from me."

Illya looked at the four Servants standing opposite and felt the situation seemed a bit unfavorable. Even if Ethan was strong, fighting four at once might be difficult. A Heroic Spirit's power might be limitless, but a Servant had limits.

"It is fine, the number of people does not matter to me. Anyway, it is just a matter of one strike."

"One strike?"

The four opposite were full of questions. Ethan had not truly made a move since he appeared. He had been using highly condensed mana for attack and defense. This did not resemble a Berserker's style. If they were facing a Magus, this scene would be easier to accept.

As for Rin, what shocked her was the little girl's mana. How incredibly deep must that mana be to support a Servant fighting in this manner. Yet from beginning to end, the little girl did not seem strained at all.

"Where did this monster come from?"

"Oh? Have I not introduced myself yet?"

Illya heard Rin's muttering and elegantly curtsied to everyone.

"I am Illyasviel von Einzbern."

"Einzbern?"

No one responded, but the few Servants with sharp senses noticed Saber's sword hand tremble slightly, while Sasaki Kojirō politely announced his name.

"Assassin, Sasaki Kojirō. Although I am reluctant, being able to face someone as powerful as you is very joyful."

Sasaki Kojirō specifically spoke because he was very interested in Ethan's previous statement.

"Just now, you said you only needed one strike to deal with us. Could it be that you are a powerful swordsman?"

As a Berserker, knowing close combat did not seem strange, which explained why Ethan held the Berserker Class.

Ethan waved his hand humbly.

"I would not say I am excellent, just slightly proficient."

He said he would resolve these opponents with one strike, likely because Sasaki Kojirō was standing opposite him.

"Speaking of which, the reason I am preparing to use this move to end the fight is because you are here, Sasaki Kojirō... or should I say, Mr. Nameless?"

"Oh my, you saw through me?"

Sasaki Kojirō did not mind his true identity being seen through. He was just surprised how Ethan managed to figure it out.

"Berserker."

Ethan smiled helplessly.

"It seems my Master is a bit impatient. Let's quickly end this farce."

As he spoke, the Servants opposite immediately became vigilant. From Ethan's previous methods, they knew this Berserker possessed unimaginable strength. He said he could resolve them with one strike. Although they did not know what kind of move it was or if there was any exaggeration, this move would definitely not be easy to handle.

Just as the few Servants, by unspoken agreement, took the initiative to attack, wanting to stop Ethan from making his move, a massive surge of energy erupted, directly breaking their forward momentum.

A visible torrent of mana slowly rose from beneath Ethan's feet, circling him and converging into a giant four-armed, half-bodied colossus holding a sharp blade.

Ethan kept his hands in his pockets within the giant half-body, looking at the Servants before him with a slight smile, especially Sasaki Kojirō.

Then, in a very soft voice that everyone could hear clearly, he uttered the name of this move.

"Six Realms Five Rings - The Divine Figure of Kurikara."

(To be continued.)

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